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Mar 2018
People will never forget how you made them feel.
In a realm of fiction & pretend, we’re scarred by the real.
All scars aren’t bad, healing took place.
Eternally inspiring growth then peeling my face.
Asking how can I help when I kneel in his place.
How can I touch lives before the devil is successful in stealing my race.
What is your legacy, what have you done that can’t be erased?
I pride myself in giving bottomless love that’s like a drug that’s been laced.
A controlled insanity, an absence of gravity.
& In the moment when Heaven is grabbing me.
I’m proud of how they’ll judge me.
My past is littered with people who still love me.
Written by
Pluck
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